#obm x reader

[sweetiemayy]

Sneaking Out

Solomon x F!Reader

IN WHICH... You sneak out to see Solomon. The demon brothers aren't happy.

TW: Possessive brothers (?), Solomon and Reader kind of have a secret relationship, kidnapping mention, mostly crack, She / Her pronouns, NOT Proofread.

A/N: This request was so cute!!!! ❤︎ ya!

The portal to the human realm swirled open, casting a neon light against your face. Particles, of what you could only assume to be pure magic, kissed at your soft skin.

You weren't supposed to be here. You probably weren't supposed to even see this portal again after you permanently moved to hell. Curse the demon brothers and their possessiveness.

Originally you were okay with that; fine with the idea of staying with demons that cherished you. Loose ties that held you do the human realm weren't strong enough to pull you away.

Except for one.

Solomon.

You clutched at the cold pendant around your neck, one that the wizard gifted you the last time you two met in The Devildom, running your fingers over the intricate details.

It held a powerful magic, one that let you open conjoining portals every once in a while. Helpful for when you need to get back to The House of Lamentation quickly.

You took once last breath of The Devildoms harsh air, preparing yourself for the lack of oxygen inside the green mass, before stepping in.

The portals magic was cool. Untouched of the warmth that radiates from human skin. But once it touched your bare flesh, it grew hot.

What felt like flames ingulfed you, nipping at your legs as it rises. Your closed eyes start to tear up, making you clench them even harder. This feeling was the price to pay to see him. A price you'd pay over and over again.

Once it was done, the imaginary fire sizzling down to your feet, you let out a breath. Your eyes opened on their own, like they always do, and allowing you to see the beauty of the human realm.

The air felt clearer, much contrast to the stuffiness of The Devildom. Flowers danced in the midnight breeze as night birds sung their tune in to the dark sky. A song not many people have the chance to hear.

Your loose tie to the human realm stood in front of you. His white hair practically beaming under the moons blinding light, arms outstretched in anticipation. His cape swayed behind him, the blue to white gradient resembling the otherworldly space above.

Your feet reacted before you could, and soon you were rapped up in his arms. He smelt like smoke and mint, a beautiful combination that's uniquely his.

And his warmth was incredible, torso hot and firm against your cold cheek. Demons were great of course, but nothing could compare to the comforting heat of a human's hug. Of Solomon's hug.

He pulled back to stare at you, grey eyes flickering back and forth over your face. His thumb glided across the ridge of your eye, catching unwiped tears caused by the portal.

Solomon took your hand in his, fingers intertwined and palms pressed together, guiding you to the tip edge of the cliff. The water below lazily waved to you. The area was truly enchanting, and it made you wonder how Solomon found it.

He sat you down with a gentlemanly kiss to your hand, one that made butterflies erupt in your stomach, before taking a seat next to you.

You let your head gravitate to his shoulder, a normal position for you two to be found in. Solomon took the closest corner of his cape and wrapped the warm fabric across your body.

No words were spoken. Just a gentle silence that caught the blooming love you had for each other. Your eyes fluttered closed, letting the wind whistle across the dark night sky.

All was calm.

The brothers were panicking.

Never had you ever gone somewhere without telling someone. So when Mammon came barging in your room complaining about RAD, there was only one possible conclusion.

You had been kidnapped!

Lucifer, Mammon, and Levi ran around town; searching every nook and cranny of The Devildom in hopes of finding you.

Satan and Asmo stayed back at the House of Lamentation, using their professional detective skills to locate you.

Beel and Belphie asked around, begging anyone you knew to fess up to where you've gone.

But they all turned up empty handed, the fruitless search concluding into them sitting in the living room. Multiple legs bouncing up and down, Lucifer clutching his hair as he searched his mind.

Belphie lazed against Beel, squirming around in his spot like he was having a horrific nightmare.

Until he stopped.

The youngest brother shot up, clutching at his chest like he just ran a marathon. His curly horns were sprouting from his head as his tails started to wrap around himself.

Whatever he saw scared him considering his demon form, and it got the attention of his brothers.

Belphie barely parts his dry lips, fangs peaking out as he utters a single, familiar name. One that sent shivers down their inhuman spines;

"Solomon."

Your eyes finally creaked open once they registered a noise coming from the glowing portal, and when you looked over you shoulder, you froze in fear.

7 brothers, angry and demonized, rushed through the portal; as if the fiery feeling didn't effect them. Though, you wouldn't be surprised it if didn't. They are demons afterall.

Lucifer was first, his younger brothers fanning out behind him, making them look more like a flock of birds migrating than a pack of furious princes.

"Solomon. Why did you kidnap her?"

The raventtes voice rung out across the trees surrounding you. The birds stopping their soft chirps as the cold wind grew chillier with his presence. You figured every animal for miles stopped in their tracks.

"Kidnap her? Is that what you think?" Solomon berated with a laugh, standing up and offering a soft hand to you.

"Lucifer, he didn't--" You tried to speak.

"Don't talk." The demon cut you off, threatening a step closer to the wizard. His six wings shielding you two off from any escape route you may have conjured.

Mammon and Levi stood beside him like bodyguards. They were silent for the first time in their immortal lives. The other brothers hung back, waiting for this to play out before they interrupt.

Lucifer watched your pendant rest against your rising chest, before making eye contact with Solomon and piecing the puzzle together.

You were never kidnapped, and especially not by Solomon of all people. You snuck out.

The eldest gritted his fangs, eyes clenched together. He could feel a headache already forming. His wings grew smaller as they neatly folded back behind him.

He held a hand out behind him, letting his brothers relax-- just slightly.

"Y/N. Did you... sneak out?"

You watched as his younger siblings finally realized what was happening, watching as the tensed back up and waited for your answer.

"Yes."

You were locked in your room.

'A punishment for sneaking out.' Lucifer said before closing your door. Really, this felt more like a time out from when you were a child. Your hands glided against silk sheets Asmo forced you to buy as you sunk into bed.

You hadn't seen anyone besides the brothers for a day or two, and If your punishment keeps up any longer, you may just go insane.

But, before you could get some rest, your pendant started to glow a neon green; something similar to the portal. Buzzing met your ears as you watched it shake uncontrollably.

You know what this meant. Solomon wants to see you.

And who are you to keep him waiting?

[urumashunistheonlyone]

nawl ion like it

pairing: mammon x reader

genre: romance, heated domestic tension, possessive/jealous lover, slice-of-life, light humor

warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, mild roughness, implied sexual tension, suggestive behavior

synopsis: mammon hates the idea of you walking out dressed like that with other people watching, he does not like the outfit one bit.

mammon is pissed.

he’s slouched against the doorframe of your room, arms crossed so tightly over his chest it looks like he might just tear his own jacket. his jaw is clenched, golden eyes sharp, and his fingers keep twitching—like he's resisting the urge to grab you and ruin your plans.

"ya ain't goin' out like that," he finally says, voice low and firm.

you barely glance at him through the mirror, adjusting your outfit. "yes, i am."

mammon lets out a sharp, incredulous laugh. "the hell ya are!"

you sigh, turning to face him. "mammon, it's just a night out with my friends—"

"yeah? an’ how many guys are gonna be there?"

"i don’t know? who cares?"

he does. he cares. too much.

mammon pushes off the doorframe, stalking toward you, his irritation practically radiating off of him. "ya know damn well why i care," he grits out. "look at ya."

he gestures at you—at the way your outfit hugs your figure just right, at the way your skin glows under the dim lighting of your room. he knows you look good. too good.

and so will everyone else.

"it's not my fault if people look at me," you say, folding your arms.

mammon's eye twitches. "exactly! that's the problem!"

his hands land on your waist, gripping firmly, pulling you close. "i know how guys think," he mutters, voice rough. "they’re gonna look at ya like—like you're some prize to be won."

you blink up at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. "but i am a prize."

mammon glares. "not for them."

"well, yeah," you say, teasing. "i'm yours, obviously."

his grip tightens, a low growl rumbling in his chest. he knows you're messing with him, but it doesn't stop the possessiveness clawing up his throat.

"damn right ya are."

he leans in, his breath hot against your skin. "so why ya gotta go out dressed like this? huh? ya tryna drive me insane?"

"mammon, relax," you murmur, running your hands over his shoulders. "i'm coming home to you."

he exhales sharply, pressing his forehead against yours. for a second, just a second, his grip loosens—like he’s actually considering letting you go.

then his eyes darken.

"nah," he mutters, shaking his head. "i don’t like it."

you sigh, exasperated. "what do you want me to do? change?"

mammon huffs. "obviously."

"not happening."

"babe."

"mammon."

his fingers twitch again. his mind is racing—debating whether he should just ruin your outfit and force you to stay in.

you see the way he's looking at you.

"mammon," you say slowly. "don't even think about it."

he lunges.

you squeal as he grabs you, tackles you onto the bed, pressing you down with his full weight.

"mammon, you are so dramatic—!"

"ya made me like this!" he growls, burying his face in your neck, hands sliding up your sides. "walkin’ around all pretty, makin’ me jealous—what am i supposed to do, huh?!"

you can’t help but laugh, even as he nips at your skin in frustration. "you are jealous!"

"damn right i am!"

his hands roam, gripping at your hips, your thighs, possessing every inch of you.

and just like that, you know you aren’t leaving anytime soon.

[gennabi]

in this space, i'll make sure you're safe

simeon x gn!reader • 0.3k

romantic; fluff, (tiny?) suggestive

[ established r/s , aftercare (reader to meon) , i want to pamper him so bad :(( , very vague references to the lilith war ]

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It's a scene you're used to. Or should be by now. Your heart however melts a little more every time you see it, beats settling down into a peaceful lullaby that sets you at ease. Dark brown hair sticking to glistening skin, chest deeply rising and falling, eyelids shut with such grace that one might thought he'd be a saint, soft exhales leaving those kissable lips. What you would do to kiss them again.

Ah, no matter. You can do that later when he wakes up.

Your hand slowly makes use of the damp towel in its hold, quietly swiping the cloth over from the ends of his fingertips then up to his shoulders and, down his chest, his hips and further. Deliberately slowing down, you gently clean his length, now all soft and pliant, eliciting a few weak flinches from your sleeping boyfriend. You can't suppress the small smile on your lips.

Even up to the end, Simeon can be so adorable. So trusting.

The angel has honesty as his best trait, mostly from inquisition than naivety. To other people, the two aren't all that different. But even Simeon— and especially because he is Simeon —rarely lets others take a peek into his very being. Things he could have done, but took no action on. Things he could have prevented, or was participated the more correct word? You find Simeon, within all his sense of duty, is but just a shell of regret.

Maybe that's why you're still not used to it. To this. To the world you create in this cocoon together, and the endless scenarios to divulge in when he whispers things he's always meant to say, always so shakily each time, like they aren't enough solid of words to pass through the air.

Simeon trusts you to him. To his body. To his everything that he hides behind that too heavenly of a smile.

i wanna bang him and spoil him rotten why is he not real 😞

[noneknowingaxolotl]

.˳·˖✶𓆩When I Say ‘Now’𓆪✶˖·˳.

Kinktober 2025 Day 3: Voyeurism + Hypnosis + Sounding

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Characters: Diavolo, Mephistopheles

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The fun thing about RAD, is that they teach a remarkable amount of skills, some more useful than others, but interesting nonetheless. Another fun thing about RAD is that demon curriculums are much different than human ones. In that, what demons think is important to learn can be… a little unconventional, to say the absolute least. Seductive Speechcraft, for example, was one of these classes.

And as it turns out, unit four was a little more unconventional than the others. The little pendant you rented from the office proved that. Hypnosis was a little trickier than the other forms of speechcraft. It didn’t just involve seduction, it involved total control, complete, infallible, all-consuming trance. It was advanced, and difficult. But, as it turns out, the lord of the Devildom himself was quite the master, and always happy to help. That’s how you ended up in an empty RAD classroom, looking down at the pendant in your hand as he explained the basics. It was a long, thin design, rounded at the end.

“You can practice on me, if you’d like!” He said in such a chipper tone of voice, sitting down in front of you. You blinked in surprise, glancing briefly at the door. You locked it, right…?

“Are you sure…? Feels a little weird to do it on, you know, the prince.”

He laughed heartily, shaking his head. “Nonsense! I would prefer it if my rank didn’t alter your view of me at all. I consider you a… very close friend.” That last phrase was said in a lower tone, his hooded eyes fixed on you. There was something about demon eyes, when they caught the light in just the right way, they flashed akin to an animal’s. “Friends help each other, hm?”

“Yeah… they do.” You breathed out, standing up and stepping closer to him, between his comfortably spread legs. His eyes seemed to drop down your body just briefly, his grin widening just a little.

“And who knows… perhaps, it could even be fun.” His voice had dropped into a low purr, hands tightening on your waist, leaving no doubt as to what he was thinking of. “You could do anything to someone when they’re under, you know that? How thrilling!”

“Thrilling, huh?” You tilted your head, trying to keep your gaze on his. “You find that kind of thing thrilling?”

“When it’s you? There is nothing more exciting!’

“If we’re doing this, then relax for me.”

He nodded, a little too eagerly, eyes fixed on the pendant in your hand. His hands rose to hold your waist as you placed your free one on his shoulder, taking a deep breath in preparation before dangling it by the chain. It began to swing methodically back and forth, back and forth, as if through no manipulation of your own. His bright grin faded into a more lazy smile as he watched, clearly doing his best to focus for you.

“Stare at the pendant… and focus on my voice. Let everything else drown away, it's so far from you now.” You paused, watching as the muscles in his face slowly began to relax. You, in return, tried to focus on imbuing your words with the magic you were taught. “Relax for me. Drop.”

You were surprised at just how easily his eyes had dimmed, glazing over with narrowed focus. You honestly expected it to not work at all, given your inexperience with the craft and his power. But no, his body seemed to completely relax, going limp in his seat, dilated pupils following the pendant back and forth, back and forth.

“Diavolo?” You whispered, looking for any flicker of understanding on his face. You found none, but you did see what almost seemed like excitement? You furrowed your brows, leaning closer. His lips were slightly ajar, sharp teeth peaking out. You held the pendant higher, just so you could see his zoned, empty face more clearly. You thought for a moment, then decided to try out a command. “Lift your arms.”

There was no hesitation, he just smoothly reached his arms up, gingerly touching your face as if readying to pull you closer. Your breath hitched, and you tried another. “When I say… ‘Now’, you’re going to feel pleasure. All consuming, deep pleasure, okay? Nod for me.”

He slowly nodded, a blissed out, thoughtless smile on his face. “Good…” You purred close to his ear, so close you were almost chest to chest. There was something especially thrilling about having the lord of all demons like this before you, legs spread, completely relaxed and pliant. You waited for a moment, enjoying this peacefulness, before you tried to say his new trigger. “No–”

“What is going on here?!”

You jumped as a familiar, shrill voice sounded from the doorway. So you didn’t lock it after all. You whipped your head around, cursing under your breath as the flushed, wide-eyed, horrified face of Mephistopheles came into view.

“Mind coming back later? We’re a little busy right now.” You spoke in a bored tone, turning around to comfortably sit on one of Diavolo’s thick thighs, keeping the pendant swinging in front of his face, making sure your intruder got an eyeful. Mephisto sputtered out something incoherent, fingers gripping the doorframe with such force it might shatter.

“What are you even doing right no–”

“Shhhh sh sh sh sh! Don’t say that word!” You raised a finger to your lips, words tinged with panic. You glanced at Diavolo’s blissed out face, hoping to god Mephisto wouldn’t– not when the door was open–

“What? ‘Now’?”

Fucking dumbass.

You tensed as Diavolo’s arms wrapped around you loosely, head burying into your neck as he let out a deep, guttural moan. The spell seemed so deep-rooted you didn’t even need the pendant anymore, so you stopped its swinging, trying to distract yourself with the deafening silence that permeated the room with the ringing in your ears and his hot breath against your neck. Your own cheeks burned a little as you felt Mephisto’s eyes bore into you, no doubt even more horror on his usually so uptight face. He spoke your name slowly, almost threateningly, but you cut him off before he could speak further.

“Listen… you really did catch us at a bad time. Spells like these don’t wear off quickly so he’s stuck like this for a bit–” You paused as Diavolo’s hand pawed weakly at your uniform. “And he told me to have fun with him, so… Not to be rude, but you’re kind of in the way. Leave.”

“And leave a knave like you alone with our lord when he’s like this?!” He scoffed, like that was the most preposterous thing he’d ever heard. “In your dreams. I’m staying here and supervising this lest any funny business occurs while I’m gone!”

You gave a long, irritated sigh. Then, you stretched out your arms and pushed Diavolo back a little. “Suit yourself. Sit back and enjoy the show, then.”

“What– What are you doing…?” Mephisto seemed to go bright red at the scene, watching you place a hand over the noticeable bulge that had formed in Diavolo’s pants. He froze, eyes fixed on your movements. “Stop this right n–” He clasped a hand over his mouth before he could say that word. “right this instance!”

“What? You said you wanted to stay.” You stroked through Diavolo’s hair as he let out a deep, rumbling whine, his muscular thighs spreading apart a little more. “And I can’t just leave him like this. He’d kill me once he woke up.”

“But– you can’t just–!” For a demon, he seemed utterly scandalized by the mere idea of such an act. “In the classroom?”

“Where else?” You waved him off, palming Diavolo through the fabric of his pants before moving it apart to free his cock. Mephisto visibly flinched at the sight, but didn’t look away, eyes fixed on where your hand began to wrap around his base (as much as it could, anyway. Couldn’t even get it three quarters the way around). “He’s pretty, isn’t he?”

Mephisto grit his teeth, and you heard his thick swallow from here, and caught the way he subtly adjusted his uniform around his front. Your smile grew wider as your hand began to move up and down, pausing to thumb at his flushed head before moving back down. “Especially like this. C’mon, you think so too! He’s like, your biggest crush, right?”

“Crush?!” He sputtered, looking even more scandalized. “Nothing I feel is so juvenile! I simply hold respect for our lord– something you clearly don’t possess!”

You laughed, kissing the crown of Diavolo’s head. “Mephisto, you know what?” You sped up your motions on his cock, making him squirm. “I don’t like you.”

He clicked his tongue, scratching at his neck, mumbling. “I gathered that.”

“But we both have the same goal.”

“...Goal? What could I possibly have in common with a filthy human like you?”

You winced at his cutting tone, but kept your voice steady. “We both want to please Diavolo. Don’t we?”

He paused, lips drawn together. You take the pendant in your other hand, observing its length for a moment before placing the tip of the thin metal to the tip of his cock. You circled it around for a moment, teasing it.

“And this is how I do it. You can understand that, yes?” You gathered some of his precum, slicking up the rod before slowly sliding it down his urethra, guiding it in, making sure he feels every inch. He seemed to go boneless in your arms, groaning against your skin.

“...What are you getting at?”

“I’m saying…” You pushed it in as far as it could go, making his hips buck up into it. “Why don’t you stop watching us like a creep and join in?”

You watched as his jaw dropped, eyes flicking between you and Diavolo. You laughed, pulling the rod up just to slide it back in.

“I thought you ‘hated’ me.” He hissed, tapping his foot incessantly. “Now you want to sleep with me?”

“No, I want to sleep with Diavolo. I want him to feel good, and I think you’d up his pleasure.” You explained, starting a slow rhythm with the rod as your other hand squeezes around his cock. “Besides, I don’t hate you so much that I can’t admit you aren’t cute when you are staring dumbly like this.”

He grimaced, stepping closer. For a moment, you were sure he was trying to stop your foolishness. But instead, he comes up in front of you and Diavolo, slowly kneeling down between his legs. He looked up at you, cheeks clearly burning and face twisted in embarrassment. “This is for Lord Diavolo.”

“Mhm.” You chuckled, watching as his tongue pressed flat against the base of his cock, rolling it up to the tip. You pushed the pendant rod all the way in again. “For Diavolo.”

“That’s lord to you.”

“Oh, relax, Mephisto. They can call me what they wish.”

You both froze as a loud, sonorous laugh filled the classroom. Diavolo’s hand was suddenly affectionately on your head, and on Mephisto’s, awareness suddenly evident on his face.

“Oh– hi, Diavolo.”

“My lord!” Mephisto shot up, eyes wide in shame. “You’ve awoken from that cursed slumber this idiot placed you under. I was simply trying to wake you up from their influence.”

So much for working together. You clicked your tongue in irritation.

“Actually, I was awake for a while.”

You snapped your head to look at him in shock. “Huh?”

He pointed at the pendant. “Since it stopped swinging.”

“Oh.” Now it was your turn to flush, placing a hand over your mouth. He laughed, leaning back in his seat.

“But, why stop now? Things were just getting exciting.”

You and Mephisto shared a glance, and the alliance was back.

[diodellet]

cw: finished this draft thats been rotting in my drive since 2021-2022. established relationship with the affectionate angel 😇💕💕 lots of fluff and sweetness in spite of embarrassment, references to deeper intimacy at the end, but it's just a line. beta'd with my own two eyes and a prayer, all mistakes are mine

simeon wondered if you were angry. no, that didn’t seem likely. not first thing in the morning. “are you alright?” he still asked, concern lacing your name. your hold on his wrist tightened for just a fraction.

“….yes,” you responded, albeit hesitantly, head glancing over your shoulder for the barest moment before slowing your brisk walking pace altogether. inhaled, then exhaled. “sorry.” a hint of embarrassment crept into your voice. “didn’t want anyone around.”

the both of you reached a secluded area of the RAD courtyard. "did something happen back at the house of lamentation?" you were not one to be so affected by something as juvenile as teasing. "another sermon from lucifer?" his palm searched for yours, interlacing your fingers together.

"thankfully, not." you let go of him, toying with the drawstrings of your hoodie instead.

"are you feeling ill, perhaps? you shouldn't push yourself too much - "

"no, no, no! it's nothing serious, i promise." you'd have to forgive him for being overbearing, he can't quite read your expression as well since you came to campus in a mask and hoodie. "i'm just…"

"why don't we sit down?" simeon's voice was gentle as he guided you to one of the stone benches. "i'll listen."

"…i already told you," you mumbled, then sighed. "…i guess i'll just show you. please don't laugh."

the realization dawned on him as soon as you tugged down the hood of your jacket. well, it was impossible not to notice the new blemishes dotting the apples of your cheeks. some lighter, others darker than your complexion. constellations on your skin.

a warm mix of embarrassment and affection bubbled up within simeon once you fully pulled down the facemask. "oh. those are - "

"asmo called them 'angel kisses,'" you finished his sentence. the words trailed off into a loud, loud silence.

simeon's smile was met with your lips pulling into a frown - or would it be more apt to describe it as a pout? - your palms reflexively moved to obscure the new marks as best as they could. "they didn't appear until now, does that mean, everything before…us wasn't…?"

"no! no, that's not true." you're drawn into a tight hug. simeon's voice dropped to a decibel low enough for only your ears. "i'm guessing they're only showing now because - "

oh, when you looked at him with those eyes - open and trusting and utterly adorable - his heart was going to burst from the sheer affection he held for you.

" - i want to show you these feelings every time we're together, even if there isn't a special occasion at the moment." angels were created to love humans wholly and unconditionally, but this went beyond his divine programming. encompassed a mere fraction of the free will that deeply belonged to humans. "and i can't control myself that well when we're together, i'm - i'm sorry about that."

your knuckles brushed against his cheek, gentle and soothing. followed by the press of your lips. "don't be, i'm sorry for overthinking."

he'd half a mind to mirror the chaste kiss, but decided better - kissing the top of your head. both a sort of blessing and gesture of love in its purest form. "i should have explained that beforehand," simeon mused. "is there anything else burdening you?"

"nothing, well…" that shy look crept back onto your features. "maybe, anywhere under the collar's fine. like, for when i have to be out the next day?"

"oh. oh!" a bashful laugh slipped from him. simeon had to get used to the burn of mortification alongside the swell of affection. "of course! next time, i'll remember that."

(no wonder his celestial magic always went a little haywire when he was with you.)

[love-archer]

For that game post your rb! Prompt: “take your clothes off-“ “not that, that you keep on.”

DIAVOLO’s eyes wrinkled in a smile, mischief dancing deep in them.

Finally.

It’s been a drag, truly….to keep away from you all night was not easy. The charade in casual chatter had become intensely taxing. Despite it being a very important event to host, it was not as loud in his mind as what he planned for you.

He cleared his throat, turning the door knob of his chambers, his unoccupied hand deftly unbuttoning his shirt. The fabric loosened around his frame, freeing his skin to the air as his polished shoes stepped into the dimly lit room.

You were most undoubtedly spending too much time with Solomon. The results fruiting in a dangerous manner. The innocent-looking pudding you offered him earlier, a thoughtful gesture on the surface, carried a potent connotation of aphrodisiacs now floating in his veins.

His dress pants tighten in a way he felt familiar while his hands closed the door behind him.

He knew you had stepped up the cases of stairs before him, he could feel your presence in the room. “Take your clothes off.” His words deep and alluring, floating in the air.

He held back a noise of a growl and a sigh in the back of his throat. Shrugging his tops off, legs stalking to the massive bed, eyes catching sights of your shoes on the floor.

“Take your clothes off.” He met your eyes, voice rumbling. His reached-out finger tracing along your jaw, light on your skin then he held your chin up. Touch not so sweet now. “Unless you’d like me to take it off of you, hmm?”

Number 11 is served!

❦ © love-archer 2024, all rights reserved ❦

[onovnii]

hello! im hoping im doing this right but can i request mammon comforting fem reader who just got yelled at (probably by lucifer) and they don’t do well when people yell at them? it can be hcs or a drabble whatever you feel like writing atm :) i just need some lovey mammon comfort rn <3

comforting you after getting yelled at. | mammon

— after getting yelled at by the oldest brother, lucifer, you seek the comfort of the second born…

feat. mammon cw/tws. established relationship — comfort fluff , not beta read we die like men or whatever (when is it ever....) note. yes of course ^^! i personally cant handle being yelled at either so i understand that feeling. decided to go with a little bit of both, hope its good enough and you enjoy anon!!

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mammon hadn’t been doing anything of note when you came knocking at his door. he could already sense your presence behind his bedroom door and sprung himself off his bed; excited to see his favorite human.

but opening his door, he saw a sight he rarely sees. you were leaning against his door frame, eyes averting from his gaze. mammon could tell something was off about you.

mammon desperately wanted to ask what was wrong, dropping his prideful act and show how worried he was. but he decided against it, since he didn’t know the severity of the situation. after all, you could just be there to ask him something you were mildly embarrassed over.

playing it casual and safe was always his go to answer anyways.

“oi mc, what’s up with you?” mammon studied you for a bit. you stayed silent, still not looking at him. he had noticed you shifting your weight on either foot. so he was right, you were here to ask him a question; something you clearly were nervous about asking.

“…….can i come in for a bit? … i just want to be with you for a minute or two…”

mammon.

▸ cuddling with you was nothing new to either of you, it was something that had become a habit shared between the two of you. you’d always come into his room after school and lay yourself on his bed, making grabby hands at him. (damn you! pulling at his heartstrings like that...)

▸ so mammon wasn't too surprised to see you shuffle your way over to his bed. you sat at the edge of it with your hands on your lap. cracking and popping your fingers occasionally, a nervous habit he noted. mammon waited a bit before following after you, closing his door to reassure everything you wish to say will stay between the two of you.

“did something happen?”

“…..”

▸ mammon knew you well enough by now to tell something did happen, if nothing occurred you would’ve already dismissed it by now. he sits next to you on the bed, a hand gently placing itself onto your lap. he didn’t say anything but you understood what he wanted. mammon was silently asking if it was okay for him to touch you.

▸ for you, that was more than okay. the sole reason you came to see him. you moved closer to him, leaning into his touch. mammon was warm, he always was. it wasn’t an unbearable kind of warmth that made you feel stuffy and uncomfortable. it was comforting, and it made your tense shoulders relax. you felt at ease when mammon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

“does it hafta do anythin’ with lucifer?” mammon quietly asked, already knowing the answer. it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. certainly wont be the last either.

“…will you tell him if I say yes?” you mumbled into his shoulder, trying your best to ignore the tears clouding your vision.

“ ‘course not.”

▸ getting yelled at wasn’t something you could handle. it never was, and probably won’t be for a long while. mammon knew that; of course he did. he was your first man, he knows you better than anyone else. if not him, who else?

▸ so mammon already had an idea of what had happened. lucifer got ticked off about your performance at school and yelled about the mistakes you had made that week. it was a lot for you, not just the yelling but the constant berating for hours was a lot to handle.

▸ mammon wouldn’t make you talk about it unless you wanted to. either if you chose to vent or not, mammon held you in his arms. his way of comforting you had always been physical touch. he’d play with your hair if you allowed him to, pressing soft n’ gentle kisses on the top of your head. 

▸ if you choose to rant, he’ll listen to every word you say. for once mammon will stay silent, soaking up every word. his hand will not leave yours though. he’d ask about your day and the events leading up to the talk with lucifer. mammon knew what it was like to be yelled at by lucifer, it was something he experienced for centuries; so he knew how to handle him. but you were still new, still getting used to living here with seven demon lords. you weren’t used to that sort of thing. mammon knew lucifers words could hit you right in a weak spot. he knew it stung. as much as he loved his older brother, mammon hated seeing you so distressed about lucifer’s words. 

▸ if you begin to cry, mammon will wipe away the tears gently while you continue to talk. he’ll tell you its okay to cry, and that you’re safe to around him. he understands that feeling more than anyone else. he’ll kiss your forehead in the process, maybe your hands too.

▸ over all, if you want a distraction he’d be happy to take you out! see your favorite places, take you out to eat— you name it. but if you wish to stay in, that works fine too. he can pop in a movie or turn on the tv and you both can lounge around on his couch cuddling. but of course.. the tv will end up neglected as mammon will want your attention back. kissing your shoulder and pulling you closer, he won’t stop until he gets to see a smile on your face again.

▸ in the end, whenever he could, mammon would always try to take the blame for you. just so you didn’t have to experience another one of lucifers lectures...

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The Obm brothers taking that period cramp simulation with fem!Mc, and Mc having full rein over the remote control.